Yarko Estrellest
18.mai 2001 - 24.detsember 2014
Yarko elas võrratult koera-elu 13 aastat, 7 kuud ja 6 päeva.
Kahel kontinendil, kolmes kodus - Nõmmel, New Mexicos ning Oregonis.
Oregon pani kirsi Yarko elu-koogile. Kanjon, oja, metskitsed, jänesed, oravad... kõik siinsamas, kodumaja kõrval. Iga päev läks täie ette: jalutuskäigud, ujumine, mustmiljon lõhna ja vaade silmapiirini. Peale hommikuse koibade kanguse ei reetnud miski, et Yarko neljateistkümnes sünnipäev läheneb.
Kuid Surma lõpmatuseni ära ei peta. Jõululaupäeva-eelsel hilisõhtul, peale täisväärtuslikult veedetud päeva tekkis Yarkol maokeerd. Tegime teadliku otsuse teda kliinikusse mitte sõidutada - ta arsti-hirmu teades, tema vägevat vanust arvestades. Yarko ei kannatanud palju ega kaua. Vaid mõni tund ebamugavust paari lühikese valuhooga. Seejärel tund, vast veidi enam väga rahulikku, lahkumist ette valmistavat poolunes olekut, ning lõpuks tasane üleminek teise reaalsusesse. Omaenda koera-voodis, värvikirjul New Mexico tekil. Koera kohust täitis Yarko viimase minutini, surivoodilgi vahetevahel oma uskumatult selgeid silmi avades, et kontrollida, kas kari ikka kenasti koos. Tal ei tulnud pettuda. Me Pauliga ei lahkunud ta kõrvalt hetkekski.
Yarko, ole sa tuhandeks tänatud sõbraks olemast.
Tuhat tänu tark, ustav, rõõmus ja terve koer olemast.
Tuhat tänu väärikalt ning omal jõul siit ilmast lahkumast.
Matame su Jõululaupäeval sinu kuldaväärt kanjonisse.
Mäletame sind eluaeg.
Epp ja Paul
Detsember 24/2014
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Yarko Estrellest
May 18th 2001 – December 24th 2014
Yarko lived absolutely fulfilled dog-life during 13 years, 7 months and 6 days. On two continents, in three homes – in Estonia, New Mexico and Oregon.
Oregon was definitely a cherry on Yarko's life-cake with all it`s canyons, trails, deer and creeks. Each and every day was filled with adventures. Except a slight morning-stiffness in his hind legs there wasn't any sign about Yarko's age.
But you cant’ fool The Death forever. On the late evening before Christmas Eve, after an action-packed and fun day Yarko had a bloat (gastric dilatation) happen. Considering his age, Paul and I made a concious decision not to take him to the doctors but to let him leave this world at his own home instead. Yarko´s discomfort lasted only few hours and wasn't too excessive. After that, he fell asleep on his bed, covered with colourful New Mexican blanket. But even then he didn't forget to open his still so very clear eyes every once and a while to check on me and Paul - is his pack still there, right by his side? Of course we were. Then, on a very quiet early morning hour Yarko just peacefully drifted away.
Yarko, we are so thankful to you
For being such a great friend,
For being such a happy, healthy, loyal and wise dog,
For leaving this reality in such a dignified way, without making us to make the most difficult decision for every dog owner.
We shall bury you in your beloved canyon on Christmas Eve.
We shall love and remember you forever.
Epp and Paul
December 24/2014
"When the Man waked up he said, ‘What is Wild Dog doing here?’ And the Woman said, ‘His name is not Wild Dog any more, but the First Friend, because he will be our friend for always and always and always. Take him with you when you go hunting." - Rudyard Kipling